WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Five


The next day, just before lunch, Blaise was making his way to the Great Hall by himself, thinking on what to get Mya for her birthday, when his arm was grabbed, then pulled into a closet. “What the....” he began then started to moan when he felt a very familiar pair of lips latch onto his.

Hermione pushed Blaise against the door of the small closet and started to leave a wet trail of kisses along his jaw to his neck. “I was thinking of you all morning,” she huskily said by his ear.

He arched his neck back, letting her have more of him to taste. “I missed you last night Mya,” he said as his hands went to her hips to pull her closer to him.

“Had to give you some kind of a break,” she cheekily said as her mouth went back to his.

His hand went into her hair at the back of her head, and gave it a tug, her head going back as he started to nibble onto her neck. Her hands were keeping busy as they unbuttoned his shirt, letting her warm hands glide up his firm stomach and chest. She felt his teeth sink into her neck a bit harder when she tweaked the one nipple, while the other hand snuck lower down his body to rub the flat of her palm against his straining erection.

Their hands were everywhere they could reach as their mouths collided again, their tongues dueling for dominance. She moaned low in her throat as she felt his hand slip in her low cut bra to kneed the flesh, to pinch the extended nipple between forefinger and thumb.

Her hands then deftly undid his pants as she licked her way down his body. There was no teasing in her touches this time. She gripped the base of his cock, then took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged flesh. His hands went into her hair again as he thrust his hips forward, his cock going deeper in her mouth.

As Hermione was going down on Blaise, their moans caught a certain someone’s attention as he was walking by. “Gods....Mya.....deeper,” he heard Blaise groan.

Draco looked around the hall to see no one else around. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms...waiting. He couldn’t help getting hard listening to the heavy breathing, the moaning that came from within the closet. He then heard Blaise groan out loud, a thud against the door, then the sound of clothes being adjusted. He moved a bit further down the hall and hid in the shadows. In short time he watched Blaise come out tucking his shirt in his pants, with a very satisfied smile on his face. He then waited to see who this Mya was.

“No way!” he muttered to himself as Hermione came out buttoning a few buttons of her shirt.

Hermione came out of the closet doing up her shirt when she heard someone down the hall. She grinned at the person as she brought a finger up to her lips to swipe a pearly drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. “What’s the matter Draco?” she asked seductively as she walked closer to him.

“You?!” he asked leaning against the wall heavily. “You’re Mya?”

“The one and only,” she smirked as she leaned towards him.

Before he realized what she was about, her mouth latched onto his, her tongue dipping into his surprised mouth, the taste of Blaise still on her lips. He resisted at first trying to push her away, but she had pushed her whole body against him, and his body was not cooperating with his head. His arms went around her waist pulling her closer. He slid his one arm up the middle of her back, while the other went to her lower back, holding her close. He couldn’t help the betraying moan that escaped him when she pushed her hips forward, rubbing against his erection.

Hermione had to smile to herself when she heard the moan, felt his erection against her lower stomach. ‘Merlin..he feels good,’ she thought to herself as she reluctantly pulled herself away. She noticed the vulnerable look in his eyes right before he quickly put his cold mask back on. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?” she smirked, licking her lips.

“Fuck you Granger!” he said wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“I’m waiting for you Malfoy,” she said, her voice low as her hand went to his erection. “You can’t deny you don’t want that too.”

He slapped her hand away, but not before he instinctively pushed into her hand. “You’ve got Blaise...you really want to screw that up?” he sneered.

“Would it matter to you?” she asked shrugging her one shoulder. She could see the conflict he was having with himself. “Meet me tomorrow night at the quidditch pitch at 8:30 and let me know your decision,” she said, then turned her back to go to her first afternoon class, leaving Draco to rush to his rooms to take care of a little problem before he went to his classes.

All during Draco’s classes that afternoon, his thoughts were on Blaise and Hermione. He couldn’t deny to himself that he wanted her...badly. His dreams were getting more and more vivid since the first kiss in the Great Hall...which his dorm mates have not let him forget. A Malfoy kissing a Gryffindor...in public....unheard of in all Slytherin history.

He watched her in the last class of the day....Care of Magical Creatures. The way she kids around with her friends, the way she laughs. When she had jumped on Harry’s back when they were going back to the castle, he wished she was behind him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her warm breath fanning against his neck.

Blaise had also been watching Hermione, and had to smile seeing her carefree nature with her friends. He also couldn’t help but grin at Draco and his obvious interest in the Head Girl. He thought back to earlier today when he came across the two of them shortly after he left Hermione. Draco’s got it bad...and he doesn’t even realize it. He felt kind of sorry for him. He knew once Hermione wanted something, she shows no mercy until she gets it.... or them. He put his one arm over Draco’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey Drake, does a certain lion got your tail?” he smirked.

Draco’s head shot up out of his musings. “What? What the Merlin are you talking about Blaise?” he asked.

“Hermione. You’ve been looking at her all afternoon,” Blaise said taking his arm off Draco as they went up to the castle.

“Just watching the trio making fools of themselves,” Draco replied.

“Uh...uh,” Blaise murmured, in no way convinced of the lie. “Well, I’m off to the library to work on the transfiguration essay that’s due in a few days. You coming?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Draco said shrugging his shoulders.


By the time the two Slytherin’s retrieved their books, then trudged up to the library, Hermione and Harry were already there. They sat across from them and opened their books. “What are you two working on?” Blaise asked.

“Defense...due tomorrow,” Harry smirked.

“Ancient Runes...due next week,” Hermione answered grinning as she saw Harry roll his eyes at her. “And you guys?”

“Transfiguration,” Blaise said. “Are you done it already?”

“Yep. Finished it a couple of days ago,” she smirked.

“Figures,” Draco muttered.

“What was that Malfoy?” Hermione asked leaning towards him.

Draco looked up from his books, first noticing the way her shirt gaped open enough to see black silk, then up to her face. “Nothing Granger. I didn’t say anything,” he muttered.

Hermione nudged Harry’s arm and motioned to the next table. Harry looked up, as well as Blaise and Draco to see Seamus and Dean from Gryffindor come in, dropping their books on the table. Seamus went to sit down when he then fell flat on his ass, because the chair wasn’t where he placed it. He gripped the chair again to move it back to the table and slowly lowered his body, then stilled as the chair legs scraped against the floor as it moved back. He kept moving back...but so did the chair. Finally he gave up and sat in a different chair, although doing so cautiously.

Hermione was trying not to laugh out loud, but then saw Harry with his head on his arms, his shoulders shaking as muffled laughter could be heard from him.

“Yours?” Blaise grinned. Hermione nodded her head. “How many chairs did you put the spell on?”

“Five,” she replied.

“Hey ‘Mione, is this the book that I need?” Ron asked coming towards the table.

“Looks like it,” she replied to her purple headed friend.

“Nice hair Weasel,” Draco sneered.

Ron just shrugged the comment off, and went to sit down, holding onto the chair tight as he sat. “It’s starting to grow on me. I may even keep it this way,” he said cheekily.

“Was there a problem with your chair Ron?” Blaise asked innocently.

“Seems there are a few chairs that don’t want to be sat on,” Ron replied glaring at Hermione.

“It was so funny,” Harry laughed, “alls you saw were his legs going up in the air and his purple hair. Colin should have been here to get a picture.”

“Wanker,” Ron said looking at Harry, but also couldn’t stop the smile that was slowly coming to his lips.

“Did you talk to Snape yet?” Blaise asked Hermione.

“No. I was going to talk to him tomorrow after class,” she replied.

“Going for another kiss Granger?” Draco sneered.

“Hmmm...there’s a thought,” she sighed. “It was a rather nice kiss. What do you think Malfoy? Should I go for it?” she grinned.

“Whatever Granger,” Draco muttered then packed away his books. “I’m going to head down where I can actually work where it’s quiet.” He stalked out of the library muttering about loud Gryffindors, much to the amusement of said Gryffindors.

“Sounds like an idea,” Hermione said then looked to Blaise. “Did you need a hand with that transfiguration essay Blaise?”

“Sure,” Blaise replied grinning as he put his books in his bag. “You’re room or mine?” he asked wiggling his one brow suggestively.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You are so corny sometimes Blaise,” she laughed. “Come on then,” she added linking her arm through his as they left the library.

Harry and Ron watched them go. “Bet you Blaise is still not done his essay tomorrow,” Harry grinned.

“I’ll take that bet. I’ll bet if he is finished...you turn your hair purple,” Ron smirked.

“You’ll lose Ron, but okay,” Harry laughed then reached over to shake Ron’s hand. “If I win....you kiss Malfoy...on the lips,” he added grinning at Ron’s disgusted expression.



Hermione was the first to enter her rooms, followed closely by Blaise. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started to kiss his way up and down her neck. She leaned into the touch for a few moments then pulled away. “First we finish your essay...then you can have your way with me,” she grinned.

“Aw, come on Mya,” Blaise pleaded, then reached for her hand to place it over his erection.

“Let’s see. You need to do three feet on animal transfiguration,” Hermione stated rubbing her palm over his length. “I’ll tell you what...after each foot, you get a reward.”

“What kind of reward?” he asked as a soft moan escaped his lips.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” she grinned. “How much have you got done already?”

“About a foot,” he shrugged, then grinned in anticipation. “So, that would mean a reward then?” he asked hopefully.

“I suppose it does,” she replied, then led him to her couch. “First, I need to see proof that you’ve done the work.”

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked innocently, sitting back on the couch.

“Hello....Slytherin...need I say more,” she smirked.

He pulled out his books, quill, and his rolled parchment. “See, I was not lying...about a foot done,” he said with a grin.

Hermione glanced to the parchment, then turned to Blaise, a wicked grin on her face. She knelt on the floor between his legs and leaned up to kiss his mouth, while her hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingernail grazed his nipple, eliciting a low moan from him. Hermione delved her tongue into his mouth while her fingers pinched both of his nipples. She pulled back to leave a trail of wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck, sucking on the skin at the collarbone. He bucked his hips up against her belly as her lips moved lower on his chest, then finally to flick her tongue around his nipple, making sure the stud grazed the nub.

He groaned out loud in frustration when she pulled back, then sat in the corner of the couch. “You expect me to concentrate after that?” he asked a little breathlessly, shifting in his seat.

“Yes. Remember, another foot...another reward,” she smiled, picking up her book, “and they get better.”

Blaise just shook his head then opened his books. The sound of his quill scratching insistently on parchment filled the room as he tried to forget that Hermione was sitting there beside him..but oh so far away from his reach.

Hermione kept glancing over to Blaise and smiled when she saw that he had about a half a foot more done. “I’ll be right back,” she said getting up to walk behind the couch, leaning over to kiss the side of his neck. She took her time changing into something a bit more comfortable, then slipped on her silk robe over that. She conjured two tall glasses of coke, complete with ice and made her way back to Blaise.

Blaise glanced up when Hermione entered the room, and dropped his quill in surprise. She leaned over to put his coke on the table where he was able to get a good glimpse of black mesh in between the folds of the robe. He kept his gaze on her as she sat in the chair across from him, crossing her legs as she picked up her book. The robe slid to the side of her legs where he willed it to spread further...but no such luck for his eager gaze.

Hermione kept her gaze on Blaise as his eyes practically devoured her. She grinned as she crossed her legs. “How are you doing?” she asked.

“Almost done the second foot,” he smiled licking his lips as he looked down at the bare skin of her one thigh.

“Well, I suggest you get on with it then,” she said motioning to his books.

A short while later, he put his quill down and got up to cross the room. “Time for my reward,” he said huskily as he slowly untied the belt to her robe as if it was a treasured present.

“I’m supposed to do something for you, not you to me,” she smirked.

“I want to see what you have for me here,” he replied opening her robe. He gave a low moan when he saw her wearing a mesh teddy, the thin shoulder straps showing the creamy skin of her shoulders. He leaned forward to capture her smiling lips in a heated kiss as he spread her legs and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the chair.

She moaned when his erection rubbed against her heat, and hooked her bare feet behind his thighs as they moved together. She arched her neck back as he suckled onto the skin, his hands running up her sides to stop at her breasts. His mouth moved down the deep vee of the neckline, licking along the edge of the mesh.

“That feels good,” she said breathlessly as he tweaked one of her nipples that poked out of the mesh.

“It can feel better Mya,” he replied grinding his erection against her, taking a nipple into his mouth.

“I know....but not yet,” she smiled warmly, then cupped the side of his face to bring it up to slowly brush her tongue along his lips. “I promise, one more foot and you can fuck me until I can’t sit anymore.”

He pulled away, kneeling back on his heels. “You’re killing me Mya,” he groaned.

She reached for his hand then placed it between her legs. “You’re not alone Blaise,” she said, then shifted forwards more as his fingers slipped in the sides of the mesh bodysuit, his fingers slipping easily inside of her wet folds.

She rocked against his hand, then looked down in surprise when she heard a soft ripping sound. She couldn’t hold back a whimper as his mouth moved to her clit, his tongue dancing against the swollen nub. While his tongue was busy around her clit, he tore more of the mesh, baring her completely for his eager tongue.

He loved the taste of her, and proved it as he began to lick the velvety folds, sucking gently on her clit , making her cry out for more. He was just about to pull away when she grasped a handful of his hair to bring him closer while she thrust her hips up meeting the stroking of his tongue. He began to circle her clit as he slipped two fingers inside of her, thrusting at the same rhythm as his tongue was working on her clit. It wasn’t soon after that her legs tightened at his sides, and her inner walls clenched around his fingers. He slowed down his tongue as she shuddered through her orgasm, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her body.

She pulled him up from between her legs and leaned up to kiss his smirking mouth. “You better hurry and finish Blaise...I want you inside of me,” she said huskily, licking some of her juices of his lips.

“Almost finished,” he replied giving her a brief kiss, then moved back to the couch. “I know what I need to write, just have to put it down on parchment.”

“Your reward was for me to go down on you...not that I’m complaining..but I wanted to taste you again,” she grinned, slipping the robe from her shoulders.

“So how was Draco’s second kiss by the way?” he asked not looking up at the tempting sight of her waiting for him, as he worked on his assignment.

“You saw that did you?”

“Yeah, looked like he was enjoying it,” he smirked.

“He did,” she grinned, “he also had a taste of you too. No complaints.”

“So when do you think you’ll get him to your bed?”

“Within a week,” she said confidently. “If he shows up for our meeting tomorrow night...I’ve got him.”

“And he knows about us then?”

“Yes, he saw you leave the closet...followed by me,” she smirked remembering the gobsmacked expression on his face.

Hermione got up to sit by Blaise to read over his one shoulder, her hand rubbing his back while he wrote the last foot. She leaned into his side, reaching up to trail light kisses up and down the side of his neck. She had to smile a little as she glanced down at his parchment, to see his usually neat penmanship looking hurried and crooked. She waited patiently until she saw him write his name and date at the bottom of the scroll. As he was recapping his ink bottle, she got her wand and did a quick spell to rid him of his clothes.

“A little impatient love?” he smirked looking at her.

“Yes,” she replied as she straddled his thighs and slowly impaled herself on his erection.

He gripped her hips until he was completely sheathed inside her tight heat. Their soft moans filled the room as she rocked against him, keeping a slow steady rhythm. He glided his hands up her sides to cup the mesh covered breasts, brushing his thumb teasingly over the nipples. He gave a quick stroke to them with his tongue then worked his way up to her neck, then to her always waiting lips. As their lips glided against each other, their tongues meeting to heighten their arousal, he brought his hands to the mesh at each breast and tugged.

She heard the tear and pulled away from his addictive kisses to look down where her breasts were now completely bared, the mesh gaping open even more from the tear. “Hope you don’t mind Mya,” he grinned as he gripped her hips and thrust up.

She closed her eyes tight as he thrust up hard and fast, hanging onto his shoulders. “No...oh gods...meant to....feels so good....be worn....so close.....just once,” she panted incoherently, then moaned as his lips latched onto a nipple to suck the pebbled nub into his mouth.

She leaned into him as he continued his assault on her one nipple, then went to the other one. She felt his fingers dig into her hips as she rode him. “Mya...I’m gonna....” He groaned right before he pushed her hips down hard to grind her hips onto him, his head going back on the couch cushions as he erupted inside of her. She soon followed, the friction against her clit sending her over the edge in a shuddering climax.

Once they both spiraled back down to earth, she kissed the side of his neck, feeling the pulse against her lips, then looked down into his eyes. “Can you stay?” she asked.

He reached up to give her a quick kiss and shifted his butt to the edge of the couch. “Yes,” he replied wrapping his arms around her bottom, then stood up with her in his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck as he walked to her bedroom. She hugged him close and began to nibble on his ear, then gave a low moan when his arms tightened around her bottom, his semi-hard erection going deeper inside of her.

Once inside her bedroom, he laid her on her back, him following close as he started to thrust into her again. This time around they took their time, their bodies close, their hands reaching where they could as their kisses started out slow and sweet, but soon escalated to fierce and hungry as their lovemaking became more frenzied.

After they both cried out each other’s names as they came, their breathing erratic, he lay on his side, pulling her to him. She snuggled her back against his chest and moved her leg a bit to accommodate his as it slid between hers. He had pulled the covers over them both, then kissed her shoulder. “Love you Mya,” he said quietly.

She put her arm over his and gathered it closer to her. She linked her fingers through his, then brought them up to her lips. “Love you too Blaise,” she replied huskily, pressing her lips to his knuckles.

They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. It was the first time they spoke of their feelings to each other.

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